I've never understood Holly Golightly
And this phrase of hers: The Mean Reds.
It doesn't descibe to me any mood of mine. When I'm down, I get blue, and that's what I feel right now; like my whole soul is deep, dark, navy blue.
I'm not sure I want to date TheBoy anymore, but I definitely don't want to break up. Not one of my friends is available this Memorial Day Weekend. The ones that are, are all on dates. Let me tell you how wonderful it is to hear that your friend is on her third date in a lovely new relationship.
It makes my soul not only navy blue, but sort of curdled on the edges.
And now TheBoy has just called me and has done exactly what I've wanted him to do all week--in fact, for weeks, plural. And it's not enough.
Note to self: it is really, really hard to focus on the screen when you're crying. Or on the keys, for that matter.
4 comments:
Here's a tissue from me to you. Believe me, I've used an awful lot this week.
Thank you, sweetie. I really appreciate the support.
I for once had an awesome holiday weekend, but I've definitely been the one moping about all by myself when it seems like everyone else is out having fun. I hope things look up soon :)
BTW – love the pics in the “Par-tay” post below, looks like a good time. You have lovely green eyes!
Thank you, girls! You're totally awesome! And Shananigans, thank you! Eyeliner, my friends, eyeliner.
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